Turtle-song
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Song of Solomon
a mistranslation – it seems – for turtle-doves
and a smug glee in scholars
till curiosity leads to
creaky quacks grunts squeals
and oddly plaintive trills
by which these carapace-d ancients
call from their solitary habits
for yearly company
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and after the anxious blind scramble through warm-dark sand
turtle-song is not in sound but sea
the pulse of plankton-surge
diving and swelling in weightless chords
to doze long days in the contented
wordless companionship of birds

I love the idea of this- the smug glee… and the rhythms and textures. The second stanza is gorgeous.